Behold . . . BELBOZ L!
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 29157
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The two Belbozes from the future continued their quarrel, although it
appeared that Belboz X was having the better of it, due in no small part
to the fact
that his heads outnumbered Belboz by at least four to one (in the
interests of fairness, one of Belboz X's heads briefly began to argue in
favour of Belboz V to try to even the numbers a bit, but he was soon
smacked down by the other heads). Throughout all this however, Fred stood as if dumbstruck. Then, without prior warning, he fell to his knees, clasping the palms of his hands to his ears and screaming loudly: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The two Belbozes stopped arguing and looked at Fred. He seemed to be in considerably distress. "What is the matter?" asked Belboz X's third head. Fred whimpered in pain, his hands still clamped firmly to his ears. "His voice - in my head - so loud!" he moaned, rocking slowly from side to side. The Belbozes looked confused. "Whose voice?" Belboz V and Belboz X, Head 1 asked simultaneously. Fred slowly removed his right hand from the side of his head and pointed to the far corner of the chamber. "HIS Voice!" The two Belbozes and five heads peered hard to penetrate the semi-dark into which Fred was indicating, but could discern little more than what appeared to be a small piece of cloth. By now Fred was acting as if without will, rising slowly to his feet and walking to the object, intoning in a voice free of emotion: "Must obey, must let him - SPEAK!". Fred arrived by the small bundle, knelt before it and then appeared to thrust his hand into it. When he arose agin, the futuristic mages were surprised to see that, fitted over his right hand, which he held rigidly upright, was what appeared to be a large woollen sock, to which had been affixed two woollen ears and a couple of beads where one might expect eyes on a living creature. Fred for his part appeared oblivious to all but the thing on his hand, which he now held to his ear. Within it, Fred's fingers and thumb snapped rapidly open and shut, creating from an external view the impression of a mouth speaking. "What's that?" Fred spoke again in monotone, "You are the dread lord Belboz L, fiftieth in the line of such necromancers? And you are from two thousand years in the future?" At this, the creature, or at least Fred's hand within it, bobbed up and down as if nodding. The other Belbozes exchanged worried glances. "And you bring news of a more terrible future yet?" The hand-thing "spoke" again and a dreadful pallor appeared on Fred's face. "No! This can't be true!" "What - what can't be true?" interrupted Belboz V. Fred's voice momentarily regained some of its familiar timbre: "Belboz L has informed me that if I am slain this day, in two thousand years - the entire multiverse will end!!! "
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Eric Kantona
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